Posted by: Kathryn Hulick | July 2, 2008


Balykchi, Kyrgyzstan. November, 2004.

Wind shifted waves, whisper.

Farewell, farewell.

Sky calling, lost falling, distant waking clear

One step, take it lightly, off into the sheer

memory of clasping windows, reaching doorways, passages and parlors.

Mazes, ways through hidden stairs, banisters and frames and tile,

watching, waiting, catch, caught?

Breathe again and wind exhale.

Open up, explode, arise – arms uplift and cry, cry

Then flash away, disappear.

Horizon winking, grass bed sinking, below vision, under time




  1. wow. I’ve never been able to write poetry. I like the way it flows.

  2. you’re not leaving, are you? update more often! 🙂

  3. Haha, no. But I did move recently and start the new job… that’s why I didn’t update for two weeks! Maybe all those changes are where this theme came from, but really it’s just whatever pops into my head.

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